| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from Rivers to the Sea by Sara Teasdale: THE MOTHER OF A POET
SHE is too kind, I think, for mortal things,
Too gentle for the gusty ways of earth;
God gave to her a shy and silver mirth,
And made her soul as clear
And softly singing as an orchard spring's
In sheltered hollows all the sunny year--
A spring that thru the leaning grass looks up
And holds all heaven in its clarid cup,
Mirror to holy meadows high and blue
With stars like drops of dew.
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The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from The Secret Places of the Heart by H. G. Wells: and yet interpenetrating worlds? Is there never to be
friendship and companionship between men and women without
passion?"
"You ought to know even better than I do that there is not.
For such people as you two anyhow. And at present the world
is not prepared to tolerate friendship and companionship WITH
that accompaniment. That is the core of this situation."
A pause fell between the two gentlemen. They had smoothed
over the extreme harshness of their separation and there was
very little more to be said.
"Well," said Sir Richmond in conclusion, "I am very sorry
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The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from The Prince by Nicolo Machiavelli: not wanting opportunities to bring such into use in every form.
Here there is great valour in the limbs whilst it fails in the head.
Look attentively at the duels and the hand-to-hand combats, how
superior the Italians are in strength, dexterity, and subtlety. But
when it comes to armies they do not bear comparison, and this springs
entirely from the insufficiency of the leaders, since those who are
capable are not obedient, and each one seems to himself to know, there
having never been any one so distinguished above the rest, either by
valour or fortune, that others would yield to him. Hence it is that
for so long a time, and during so much fighting in the past twenty
years, whenever there has been an army wholly Italian, it has always
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